I am going to ask this outright. I couched in another thread. But I am asking outright.
I can't be the only one dealing with this. This is a form of PTSD. My cousin said so. A grief counselor did.
How do you get past the end of life very graphic images? These are haunting me, quite frankly.
I am not special by any means. There are so many of us who just muddle through. Like the old pinball games. Bump into this, bump into that. We don't get any points for it.
Does this ever get better? Is it time limited? Mine is real fresh. Not yet 24 hours. I want to know there is an endpoint here, or what I should expect.
Please do not take this the wrong way, but I hope and pray that the following may help you. 3. Romans 8:17-18 And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory. But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering. Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will reveal to us later
I am so sorry for loss and your suffering. Have not read all of the answers so if you said already, forgive me. Have you spoken to a grief counselor? It helps. Even with counseling it takes time to work through grief.
I hope you find peace very soon. Hugs!
I'm sorry for you. But try looking at it this way. She saw something beautiful before she died. What more can any of us ask for during our last moments.
((((hugs))))
Thank you all.
God Bless you on your journey,
Not on the things that make you sad.
Bring your thoughts into captivity,
Remember the happy times.
This works for me.
These memories could bother you for a long time . . . But they will recede somewhat.
Death is frightening, but you were there for her. She was comforted by your presence. This is why we are called “survivors.” Because they get to go and we have to go on. It is a real blessing for her that you were there to see her through. What a wonderful angel you were when she needed you.
Several months after Mom died I had to run out of a movie theater when confronted by a comedic representation of something that happened during her death. It wasn’t funny to me.
Every once in a while, now several years out, I will be startled and upset, triggered by some image.
Do your best to be kind and understanding to yourself. What makes you feel better? Be gentle and thoughtful to yourself. Take comfort in knowing there are many of us going through the same thing.
I hope someone is there there for me someday like you were there for your mom.
I really try to remember the good times we shared the funny things we laughed about. The nice photos not the horrible experience of her death and her dying.
You have a long way too go before you may be able to see a little bit of a light. Grief and seeing death is one of life’s greatest challenges. You have to give each day as it is given to you and TRY to push through.
Seek a therapist now rather than wait. Getting help long before you really need it is key.
I wish you the best.
You are a positive person, i am sure you uplift many
I would highly recommend you look for a therapist who is well versed in this treatment and get more information on it. I'm sure you can also google more information about it. And a good counselor can always be a helpful source for you to vent and get some good coping strategies. Blessings
Bottom line, you don't have to paralyzed by your nightmares. Blessings.
Since I am new to these forums, I am just going to just jump in here. I have not faced what you have yet, my mom is just in beginning stages of dementia and decline, so I am reaching out to prepare for what is to come and came across your post. What I want to say is thank you and congratulations for your willingness to share your struggle. I spent some time as a trained lay counselor for my church, and I can say without a doubt that sharing your struggle with others can help you, but it also helps others like myself to prepare for what may be to come before long. It takes strength to reach out, so my biggest encouragement to you would be to know you have that strength, and that it will help you to get past this. One of the things I learned in my counseling times were that there are some things in life we cannot go around — we must go through them. As we do, we find ways to grow and to help others if we look for them, which while it will not take away our pain completely, it can help and be used for the positive for others. You have already gotten great advice here, but remember to celebrate you mom every chance you get. Life is so much more than just what happens in the end of it.
Thank you for your example — even amidst your struggle.
I just tell myself, there were many more positive months and moments and activities . Pretend to be looking at old photos and you are choosing the happier ones to look at.
I lost Mom in March after a stroke, 10 yrs of vascular dementia and a major heart attack in between. We sort of starting " losing" her when the dementia began, so in some ways it was a slow loss, but that last month was the worst. Without going into details, it involved strife in sibling dynamics, complete difference of opinion with physicians, inept caregivers, age discrimination, etc, etc.
Anyway, I hope you can try to load your mind with happier times. It sure isn't easy.
One idea I have would be to display, carry or just look at photos from earlier times.
I have lately been thinking about different times in my mother's life. She was a vibrant and sometimes difficult person who loved her children fiercely. She's still alive but compromised by dementia, and it's not the same mom. It's very hard to accept all of this, at any stage.
But I do think that displaying some photos from happier times in the past could possibly help you to start replacing those traumatic images.
Yes, I spoke to my pastor about it, but I really didn't get much comfort from his comments, that our eyes are our souls, if that's the case, my dad looked petrified. Not very comforting. I pray your experience wasn't that painful, and peace comes to you and your family soon. ❤️
when it happens to me I try to think about him talking to me & laughing with me then it seems to overpower the bad thoughts @ images. Be patient with yourself.
I was there when my mom died in the ICU. Everyone’s experience in those last hours are all different. My mom was very lucid in her last hours. Telling me all the things she wanted to say to me. She reminded me to take good care of my handicap brother. It was hard for me to see her in bed and knew that she knew her time was coming. I have a lot of images in my mind of how she looked in the bed. While she was talking it was like a blur to me. So sad that she was well aware that she would not be going home.
So when I moved into her home to care for my brother everything was so sad. I quickly took out pictures of her when she was younger. Of her and her 10 children, happy times. But still those images flash before my eyes. Sometimes, I think I see her in her chair.
I take it one day at a time and think of the happy times and focus on that, as hard as it may be.
All my love and hugs go to you to give you the strength to carry-on one day at a time . ❤️